Lana Del Rey - Love -

The world was big, and they were small, but for those three minutes under the rising moon, they were the masters of everything.

"You're part of the past, but now you're the future," she whispered to the wind. Lana Del Rey - Love

Lana smiled, a slow, knowing curve of the lips. She saw it in the way the boy with the camera looked at the girl with the messy braids. It was that "look"—the one that says the world might be ending tomorrow, but tonight, they are the only two people who have ever truly existed. The world was big, and they were small,

The gas station at the edge of the Mojave smelled of lilac perfume and vintage gasoline. Lana sat on the hood of a 1967 Mustang, her hair a beehive of soft waves pinned back with real daisies. She wasn’t waiting for anyone in particular, but she knew they were coming—the "vintage kids," the dreamers with stars in their eyes and nothing in their pockets. She saw it in the way the boy